Hey everyone this is an awesome Celtic song by Loreena McKennitt
Note about the song: The lyrics of the song are an abridged version f a poem by Alfred Noyes: Loreena left out three versed. These verses are given here in italics.
Disclaimer: Love HP, don't own it, but. I will someday.just you wait you will see my name in highlights Athena Covey owner of all Harry Potter books. Folks don't I have an imagination?
Anyhew I was listening to this song when I thought it a wonderful HG/DM SF. If you want to actually listen to this wonderful women sing it then go online and type Loreena McKennitt The Highwayman its in the CD The Book of Shadows. This woman has a wonderful voice it is VERY relaxing.
Disclaimer 11: Hi again.another disclaimer ( this song/poem belongs to Loreena and her angelic voice AND it belongs to Alfred.good ol' Alfred and his imagination. If I had the voice and brains of both of them then I would be indestructible HAHAHAHA.ahem.yeah.Lady CATHVO (kina catchy ain't it?) tremble at her singing ability.yes but I wont forget the little people (omg that's you guys!) who made it ALL possible.and without further a due here is The Highwayman.
The Highway man by Loreena McKennit, words by Alfred Noyes, all other charcters by JK Rowling.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty tress. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor. And the highwayman came riding Riding, riding The highway man came riding up to the old in door
It had been 3 years since she had left Hogwarts, yes Hermione Granger was a proud spirit, making her way in the wizarding world. Fighting for what was equal and right in the world. But her taste in men had been very different from "equal and right" for she had fallen for the highwayman (villain) Draco Lucius Malfoy, how this had happened she could not explain. All she could explain was the way her heart skipped every time she saw him ride proudly on the Stag he owned. She was not permitted to see him greatly for he was out running away from the ministry .she was a lonesome inn waitress at her old uncle's inn. When her aunt had died her uncle was in frantic need of help. So going against her aspirations, she set off for the far side of England where Irish folk dwelled.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin A cold of the claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle his boots where up the thigh His pistol (in my story a wand) butts a-twinkle His rapier (dagger like weapon) hilts a twinkle under the jeweled sky.
Draco Malfoy a convict everyone was looking for, his head worth 5 million galleons. Hermione thought as she saw his emergence come into view, he was a few miles away but yet the flat land allowed her to see him coming I see he has new disguise she though to herself again. But always well dressed no matter what no wrinkle in his shirt or stain on his pants she thought smiling to herself straitening her garb. How she had ever found romance in this man she did not know. But she cherished him genuinely, she was sure she putting her life in peril when he came to visit, for the ministry wouldn't falter to kill her, to get to him. They would bend over backwards to get him. She smiled that's my Draco as she retreated to her room.
And over this cobbled he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard. And he tapped with his on the shutters, but all was locked and barred/ He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there Bess (*Hermione*) the landlords daughter (.*niece*) Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long brown hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened His face was white and peaked. His eyes where hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay. But he loved the landlord's red-lipped daughter Dumb as a dog he listened and heard the robber say:
"One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; If they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by the moonlight Watch for me be the moonlight I'll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way
Draco entered the inns grounds and looked around to find Hermione's room. He saw a single light twinkle and like the light in the window, a twinkle of hope sprung into his chest. If it wasn't Hermione, then he was a dead man, he had to be careful, but nothing could stop him now. He took his whip out and thrashed it too the terraces wooden door. Obviously Hermione hadn't heard. He then remebered the tune.the tune she had always loved.their tune.he whistled it. Soft at first then louder, she came upon the balcony smiling. She had heard it. "You came" she grinned. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, he longed to see her face for so long. Hermione let her bushy hair fall at her side, she had tied it so it came over her shoulders and lay there, as she tried to face him.
From a far Tim, the inns broom keeper and animal holder was watching the highwayman and his precious Hermione. Fury raged in his pale eyes, for he too loved Hermione, and if she didn't love him then no one would. His face then broke into a daunting smirk, know knowing the highwayman's face was familiar, it was the infamous Draco Malfoy, and oh, would that villain pay for stealing Hermione from him. He then heard them whisper to each other.
"Hermione one last kiss before I take leave, for it shall not be a fortnight until I return to you but then I will come for thee, with gold no man or wizard could envision. They (ministry) shall press me on, but I shall loose them, then look for me by the moonlight, watch for me by the moonlight, I will come to thee by the moonlight, if hell should bare the way."
He rose up high in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand, but she loosened her hair i' the casement. His face burnt her like a brand as the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; and he kisses its waves in the moonlight. (Oh sweet waves in the moonlight!) He tugged his reins in the moonlight and galloped away to the west
Draco stood up on the stirrups and tried to reach her, she bent down further and their lips tenderly met, Hermione's heart fluttered. "Let your hair down," Draco whispered as he lowered himself to his stag taking ready to leave. Hermione took the single scarlet ribbon that held her hair out and her hair came tumbling down. Draco caught her essence, as it cascaded down. It smelt like wildflowers, he knew her aroma and she knew his. He took out a single crimson rose and ribbon, and carefully tied it to her hair. Not wanting to say farewell he kicked the stag and galloped away to the west.
SO HOW DID'YA LIKE IT SO FAR? THERE ARE ONLY TWO PARTS TO THIS STORY THE SECOND SHOULD BE COMING, I KNOW SF AREN'T HUGE AT FANFICTION.NET BUT.I HOPE THIS ONE WAS GOOD.
Note about the song: The lyrics of the song are an abridged version f a poem by Alfred Noyes: Loreena left out three versed. These verses are given here in italics.
Disclaimer: Love HP, don't own it, but. I will someday.just you wait you will see my name in highlights Athena Covey owner of all Harry Potter books. Folks don't I have an imagination?
Anyhew I was listening to this song when I thought it a wonderful HG/DM SF. If you want to actually listen to this wonderful women sing it then go online and type Loreena McKennitt The Highwayman its in the CD The Book of Shadows. This woman has a wonderful voice it is VERY relaxing.
Disclaimer 11: Hi again.another disclaimer ( this song/poem belongs to Loreena and her angelic voice AND it belongs to Alfred.good ol' Alfred and his imagination. If I had the voice and brains of both of them then I would be indestructible HAHAHAHA.ahem.yeah.Lady CATHVO (kina catchy ain't it?) tremble at her singing ability.yes but I wont forget the little people (omg that's you guys!) who made it ALL possible.and without further a due here is The Highwayman.
The Highway man by Loreena McKennit, words by Alfred Noyes, all other charcters by JK Rowling.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty tress. The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor. And the highwayman came riding Riding, riding The highway man came riding up to the old in door
It had been 3 years since she had left Hogwarts, yes Hermione Granger was a proud spirit, making her way in the wizarding world. Fighting for what was equal and right in the world. But her taste in men had been very different from "equal and right" for she had fallen for the highwayman (villain) Draco Lucius Malfoy, how this had happened she could not explain. All she could explain was the way her heart skipped every time she saw him ride proudly on the Stag he owned. She was not permitted to see him greatly for he was out running away from the ministry .she was a lonesome inn waitress at her old uncle's inn. When her aunt had died her uncle was in frantic need of help. So going against her aspirations, she set off for the far side of England where Irish folk dwelled.
He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin A cold of the claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle his boots where up the thigh His pistol (in my story a wand) butts a-twinkle His rapier (dagger like weapon) hilts a twinkle under the jeweled sky.
Draco Malfoy a convict everyone was looking for, his head worth 5 million galleons. Hermione thought as she saw his emergence come into view, he was a few miles away but yet the flat land allowed her to see him coming I see he has new disguise she though to herself again. But always well dressed no matter what no wrinkle in his shirt or stain on his pants she thought smiling to herself straitening her garb. How she had ever found romance in this man she did not know. But she cherished him genuinely, she was sure she putting her life in peril when he came to visit, for the ministry wouldn't falter to kill her, to get to him. They would bend over backwards to get him. She smiled that's my Draco as she retreated to her room.
And over this cobbled he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard. And he tapped with his on the shutters, but all was locked and barred/ He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there Bess (*Hermione*) the landlords daughter (.*niece*) Plaiting a dark red love knot into her long brown hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable wicket creaked Where Tim the ostler listened His face was white and peaked. His eyes where hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay. But he loved the landlord's red-lipped daughter Dumb as a dog he listened and heard the robber say:
"One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; If they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by the moonlight Watch for me be the moonlight I'll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way
Draco entered the inns grounds and looked around to find Hermione's room. He saw a single light twinkle and like the light in the window, a twinkle of hope sprung into his chest. If it wasn't Hermione, then he was a dead man, he had to be careful, but nothing could stop him now. He took his whip out and thrashed it too the terraces wooden door. Obviously Hermione hadn't heard. He then remebered the tune.the tune she had always loved.their tune.he whistled it. Soft at first then louder, she came upon the balcony smiling. She had heard it. "You came" she grinned. "Why wouldn't I?" he asked, he longed to see her face for so long. Hermione let her bushy hair fall at her side, she had tied it so it came over her shoulders and lay there, as she tried to face him.
From a far Tim, the inns broom keeper and animal holder was watching the highwayman and his precious Hermione. Fury raged in his pale eyes, for he too loved Hermione, and if she didn't love him then no one would. His face then broke into a daunting smirk, know knowing the highwayman's face was familiar, it was the infamous Draco Malfoy, and oh, would that villain pay for stealing Hermione from him. He then heard them whisper to each other.
"Hermione one last kiss before I take leave, for it shall not be a fortnight until I return to you but then I will come for thee, with gold no man or wizard could envision. They (ministry) shall press me on, but I shall loose them, then look for me by the moonlight, watch for me by the moonlight, I will come to thee by the moonlight, if hell should bare the way."
He rose up high in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand, but she loosened her hair i' the casement. His face burnt her like a brand as the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast; and he kisses its waves in the moonlight. (Oh sweet waves in the moonlight!) He tugged his reins in the moonlight and galloped away to the west
Draco stood up on the stirrups and tried to reach her, she bent down further and their lips tenderly met, Hermione's heart fluttered. "Let your hair down," Draco whispered as he lowered himself to his stag taking ready to leave. Hermione took the single scarlet ribbon that held her hair out and her hair came tumbling down. Draco caught her essence, as it cascaded down. It smelt like wildflowers, he knew her aroma and she knew his. He took out a single crimson rose and ribbon, and carefully tied it to her hair. Not wanting to say farewell he kicked the stag and galloped away to the west.
SO HOW DID'YA LIKE IT SO FAR? THERE ARE ONLY TWO PARTS TO THIS STORY THE SECOND SHOULD BE COMING, I KNOW SF AREN'T HUGE AT FANFICTION.NET BUT.I HOPE THIS ONE WAS GOOD.